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Summary
Ever since he was a kid, he had held an unhealthy obsession with Dark-Types, going as far as trading the starter he got from the Professor with random people just to get a Dark-Type Pokemon. He was planning in making a team filled with Dark-Types, oh he knew the disadvantages, he just didn't care.
Raze was just your average fifteen year old with unkempt black hair and amber eyes, he was dressed in a black hoodie with glowing red accents and a grey shirt underneath, for pants he was wearing plain blue jeans nothing too noteworthy and he was wearing combat boots because it just felt right. His backpack was above average, well, average for upcoming trainers that is.
Beside him is a slumbering Poochyena that he got via trade with a woman wearing a big R, it was all he could remember, who wanted his Oshawott. Was it a good decision? probably not, but too late to make regrets now, better just face whatever the hell you did and hope to God that it wouldn't come back and bite you in the ass.
Currently he was waiting for his friends, two to be exact which one of them was also obsessed with a type that if you included his obsession with Dark-Types makes up the second of the supernatural quad. That being Psychic, Ghost, Dark and Fairy.
Oh, speaking of always late friends, here comes one now, unfortunately for him it was the most annoying one.
"Oh, hey Raze!" He looked up and sighed in annoyance, already feeling a headache even when they had just barely step a foot outside of town. Was it really that hard for her to just wear normal clothes? Now with her with them they would just attract attention like moths to a flame.
Garbed in what most assumed to be a Shrine Maiden's clothing, only with the sleeves detached, the skirt shortened immensely and her changing its color to lilac. Not eye-catching enough? Then the solution would be her hair, which he swore she dyed since it was a pure white, or she calls, platinum blonde.
"Irina," He greeted, the girl raised her hand and waited.
"Oh come on! Are you still hung up about that?!" She cried, "That was one time! And you gotta admit that was funny."
He sent her a look, "Oh? When was embarrassing me at our graduation from the Academy, funny? I'm waiting for an answer, Irina."
She squired under his gaze, "Well, uhm, its, uh, that's right! Its completely natural for friends to embarrass each other, right?"
Raze sighed, "Only close friends do that, and admit it, the only reason the two of us even hang out is because of our reluctance to accept other types."
He reached down and scratched the Poochyena under its ear, the canine let out a pleasure growl. Raze just forgot what pokemon he used to trade for this gem, well, its not like it matters, any pokemon not Dark-Type to him are basically wastes of space and yes, that also includes Irina's favorite Psychic-Types. He looked down the hill and squinted his eyes, then sighed, still no sign of the other one, "Over here."
He yelped and threw a punch, only to find it blocked by a black haired girl, also fifteen, and was also dresses meant to take attention.
To summarize it, its basically a ninja, or in her case a kunoichi.
She didn't specialize in anything in particular, but she did have a talent whenever she uses Ghost-Type Pokemon and looked exhilarated whenever she touches the Banette beside her. Which was weird enough since she was the sister of the man who forced him to evolve. It also brought the question as to why she wasn't dead yet since Banette's usually kills every single one of its original owner's family.
Well, he and Poochyena would do all they could in order to stop him if it did, if they failed then... well, he wasn't really planning on failing, but in case he failed he would offer his utmost respect for his fallen comrade.
Comrade as in she was the only one to appreciate Dark-Types as much (About Half) as him.
While he almost punched her, he was not the least apologetic with that one they shared some sort of frienemy sort of relationship don't know why, they just do. Irina was not as blessed as he was in reaction as she fainted, her limb body landed on Poochyena's tail and soon after a green spherical bird was doing its best to prevent the dog from leashing out.
It slightly hurt his pride that his Pokemon was the weakest in this group in terms of actual combat experience, the strongest being Banette despite their type advantages. Poochyena and Natu were, after all, recently hatched, or so the woman and Irina said.
Oh and Irina traded her Snivy for the Natu with a suspicious man that was also wearing a big blue P.
Raze sighed, then turned to the amused woman, "Don't do that, Kyoka."
The black haired woman nodded, then pointed to the fighting duo, which was quickly separated by Banette.
"I believe this is all of us gathered, shall we move on?" Kyoka asked, glancing at the still unconscious woman, "Irina is going to be carried by you until she awakens, correct?"
He grunted and carefully picked up the woman, making sure she was comfortable on his back, and from they're long-term friendship with each other and her very common fainting, he had a lot of practice.
Plus exercise in his words.
"Poochyena!" He called towards the growling canine, "Come here, we're leaving!"
Most trainers had a plan, like collecting all the eight badges and fighting the Elite Four and if you're really skilled, the Champion, or becoming a Pokemon Ranger, Nurse, Police Officer, Coordinator, Day Carer, Gym Leader, Professor, or Elite Fours and the most common ones are the Pokemon Master, the regular 'ole trainers and like him, the Speciality Trainer and all those boring jobs that people that didn't want to get too involved with Pokemon do. They also had a desired destination.
They, however, do not have a single desired destination they wanted to go to... he probably should not have decided to leave where they should first go to the prone to get lost wannabe ninja.
"Hmmm, maybe we should turn right..." Kyoka muttered as she turned left, "No... Raze, do you know where we are?"
Raze's eye twitched, after a few hours of nothing but wild Pokemon encounters that he and Poochyena, shouldn't forget that the Pokemon are really the only ones doing the real work here, single-highhandedly dealt with since Irina was still unconscious on his back, he was finally properly addressed and by that he meant that this woman kept leaving him and making him find her, and then she had the nerve to accuse him that he got lost.
Anyway, it was very anger inducing that she still looked so calm, "Let me see that map."
Nevermind, this was anger inducing, "You're reading it fucking backwards!"
"Oh, so that was why it felt like something was wrong," She nodded, not the slight bit embarrassed by her slip up, "Then where are we?"
"Only problem with that is I can barely read this," He looked up, then cursed under his breath, it was nearing night time and they still haven't settled up camp and while he usually liked the night thanks to his obsession, in this case it was life-threatening seeing as one of them couldn't defend themselves from Bandits that still somehow exist.
Speaking of said bandits, "Well, well, well, what do we have here boys? Two beautiful flowers and one kid... you know what, almost everyone know how this goes, get 'em!"
"Poochyena on my twelve," He muttered to the slightly tired Pokemon, it loves to challenge itself so facing a couple of misfit wannabe's shouldn't be much of a problem, even if they gang up on her.
The canine growled, eyeing the two Zigzagoons like they were prey, not entirely wrong since in the wild... yeah, he shouldn't go into much detail. The two TinyRacoon Pokemon stepped back lightly as a slightly dark aura came out of the Bite Pokemon, she howled and charged, fangs bared and claws ready.
Her trainer grinned in excitement, finally, something that actually involved humans to fight with. "Poochyena...rip 'em to shreds!"
In the darkness Poochyena's red orbs glowed maliciously, its yellow sclera darkened and it grinned.
The two Tiny Racoon step back before growling, one ran to the left while the other to the right, it seemed they were planning to attack on both sides, a good strategy if you were attacking a single opponent. Unfortunately for them, this particular Bite Pokemon, absolutely loved battles where it can fight multiple opponents at once.
Poochyena jumped up and dodged the second one, then took a ride on top one the first one, Raze felt himself confused as he tried to monologue the battle so he'll refer to them as First and Second. Back to the fight, First howled in pain as part of its flesh was torn apart from the canine's continuous attacks and jumped off it when Second went in for a Tackle.
"Howl for me!" Raze smirked as Poochyena howled, intimidating the two racoons and bolstering his strength, "Then, Bite!"
First's trainer panicked, "T-Tackle! Don't let him latch on to you!"
Second's did the same, "Tail Whip! Sand Attack! Just don't let him larch on you!"
"Futile..." Kyoka muttered, seeing Raze gain a glint in his eyes she frowned, "Banette if you will..."
The puppet frowned and vanished in a swirl of black energy, then reappeared beside Second and took him out of the fight, now only Poochyena and First remained in the field the canine frowned as its second prey just got stolen from it... the pup growled and bit into the Racoon's neck and choked it, not letting an ounce of pressure go until it fell limp in its jaw.
Opening it's maw, its fang were drenched in freshly drawn blood which were quickly lapped up by it tongue, it turned to who he assumed was the alpha and growled trying to intimidate the leader as he just stood there looking down at him while First's trainer wept for the loss of his pokemon. When encountering a Bandit's fight, you weren't protected by Arceus' blessing of using overpowered moves and still come out only unconscious. Real death happens, and there isn't a damn thing he can do to change it.
"Hmmm," The man hummed, eyeing the pup greedily then licked his lips, "That pup is a lot stronger than I thought, very well, I shall grant you the honor of battling me, Flan, but be warned. I am much, much stronger than these goons."
"Come out and befall them with Disaster! Absol!" Raze's eyes shone with obsessive glee.
"Dark-Type. Dark-Type, Dark-Type~!" He mentally chanted in his mind, admiring the pokemon's silky white fur, the strong compact muscles hidden within and the singular blade protruding out its side... he must have it! "Hey, we can steal that right?!"
Kyoka bonked him in the head, "No, only natural catches and trades allowed, no stealing I know you're better than that."
Oh she knew how he can get with his obsession with Dark-Types and but she also knew that he knew that he had borders that even he should not cross, he didn't want to be seen as a weakling in the eyes of his idol after all. But then again, they were in Kalos and the one he admired was in the Indigo League located in Kanto. She had no doubt that he had plans of going there whether they like it or not, with them or alone.
When he gets much, much stronger that is, one must be as strong as an Elite Four if they want to survive in in Kanto since it was in direct control of Team Rocket, the strongest evil organization, it wasn't a few years ago, but it suddenly got a literal rocket of rise in power and ever since it became the strongest there ever was.
"But! B-But!" He then turned and pouted, crossing his arms then sulked, "Well I don't feel like fighting now, Irina you deal with him."
The recently awakened aspiring Psychic-Type specialist gaped at the aspiring Dark-Type specialist. Was he out of his god-dammed mind?! Her Natu only knew Night Shade and Peck! And this Absol was clearly way too powerful for her, if it was Poochyena or Banette then it was another story entirely, but still! "Are you stupid or are you stupid?! Natu won't stand a chance!"
"I know, but I don't care, I'm sulking," He pouted, still a bit bothered that he just couldn't do what the bandits were trying to do with them. Oh, he knew that wasn't nice, but he also knew that there aren't that many chances to encounter Dark-Types, heck it was even a miracle that he even got Poochyena a few months ago, ever since then he tried to gain its trust and trained it to the best of his ability and its capabilities.
So far, he was pleased with the results, but it wasn't ready to evolve yet, it needed actual combat experience not just regular old training.
"But Poochyena is our best choice!" Irina pleaded with the sulking teen, then turned to her fellow female, "Kyoka~!"
"No." Came the swift response from the wannabe ninja, "The best course of action is to run, I will not fight your battle for you... and Banette will get killed ASAP."
The puppet glared at its trainer before sighing through its zipper, oh it knew that was true, against pokemon like Poochyna and Natu? No problem, but this strong Absol was only just barely out of it's league and Kyoka was the careful type, Irina was the paranoid and Raze was the reckless. This strange group human intrigue Banette, and the two's obsession with their respective types are admittedly a bit amusing and annoying to deal with.
"I'm so sorry mister, but can you please let us go?" Irina tried pleading with the man, but only received a negative head shake, "No good?... Kyoka! We're running!"
The wannabe ninja sighed, "Understood."
The aspiring Dark-Type Specialist just groaned, he hated running away but now that he was thinking more clearly it was the best course of action at the moment, they weren't strong enough to even hope to even stall him for a second, much less take him down entirely, and who knows? He might even have more pokemon under that cloak of his.
"Running are we?" The man quirked a brow, then chuckled, "Very well, I shall allow you ten minutes to run, however, once those ten minutes runs out I will send Absol to hunt you down, is that clear?"
"Crystal, sir!" Irina grabbed the two's hand and pulled them past the man, running god knows where and Raze was even sure they left at all their Great Balls back at the camp... great, those cost him a fortune and the one that wanted them in the first place forgot they even existed. She better not blame him once she realizes her mistake, because if so then he'll knock her out, best friend or not.
"Irina! Do you even know where you're going?!" Raze asked, jumping over a tree root and ducking under a tree branch, Poochyena ran beside him depressed that it couldn't have its fun. The ivory haired teen paled a bit more and then slowed a bit.
"How many minutes has it been?!" She desperately asked, "Tell me!"
Kyoka looked up, "Approximately six minutes, we still have four minutes to run..."
"...Raze, where are we heading?!" Raze sighed in annoyance.
His eye twitched, "I think Laverre City is the closest here right around... south..."
"South?!" She gasped, "B-But that where that man is!"
Poochyena suddenly rose up and growled, Natu began chirping and Banette slipped into a combat ready stance. The trio frowned and turned to where they were looking, spotting a glow of red orbs... so scooping up the three pokemon in their arms, they ran, reluctantly in Raze and Poochyena's case. They were battle-seekers but they also knew how to pick their battles and this was something they just couldn't handle... at their level that is.
All this running was just making Raze want an Absol more and more, but sadly there were no Absol around them...
But for now, running was all they could do.
"Hm, that kid has potential..." Flan chuckled, stroking the Absol's fur, oh he had no plans to chase those kids, too much effort in his opinion. He felt that faith would the the four of them together and then, they will fight. He had already disposed of those two goons with him, having no use for them since one was unconscious and the other was dead, they should be ashamed of themselves to even call themselves part of Owl.
Owl, was of course a bandit group he and a few other formed a few years back when times were still easy, it was just something they did for protection at the time but now, they realized that they could do so much more with it. Kidnapping, Stealing, Assassinating you name it, they would do it. In fact, they already claimed the life of one trainer with very high potential to become one of the strongest trainer in history, or so their leader said.
He didn't really believe a thing he said about potential, but no one would deny that man's strength. Doing so would lead to a fight with him in order for him to prove it and later, if the challenger loses, execution.
He chuckled, holding the sack of Great Balls he found, it would go splendidly in raising the needed funds for their future plans and will be put into great use for those that has earned it.
"Now... grow strong, young hatching..." He chuckled, "Remember to guide that young pup of yours... he'll need it if he were to survive in this cruel world of ours..."
"I-R-I-N-A!" Raze growled as he chased the ivory haired teen around the campfire they made, they weren't being chased anymore, it was Banette and Kyoka approved so that was good enough for them to sit back and rest for now. They would go out to restock for supplies at the nearest town, not really a large one, it wasn't even on the map yet so it must be newly built but a town is a town, it must have something they could buy... hopefully.
Irina left their supplies Kyoka and he spent a fortune together to even collect, just after she forced him to became broke, so anyone could understand why he would be furious and then they decided to fish for food and after he could only get two average sized fish they decided that they would decide who gets to eat and who won't by doing the most mature and hardest challenge Irina could think of.
Rock Paper Scissors.
And he lost.
After doing all the work.
After saving their asses with Poochyna with the Wild Pokemon around them.
After saving them from falling off a cliff.
Ungrateful asses.